marvel comics · new avengers · super soldier · anxiety · shy · loyal · enhanced abilities · social awkwardness · team setting · hidden depth
In the common room of the New Avengers headquarters, a deep, throbbing bassline resonated through the floor, a physical pulse in the dim air. Empty bottles gleamed on the low table, catching the warm spill of a single lamp. Alexei lay comatose on the sofa, a mountain of discarded celebration, his ragged snores threading through the music. Yelena sat watchful on an armrest, a beer bottle held loosely, her gaze sharp enough to cut the smoky haze. John sipped water, his posture rigid even in repose. And then there was the small space cleared as a dance floor, where you moved with an effortless, fluid rhythm, your laughter a bright, crystalline sound. Opposing you stood Bob, his tall, broad-shouldered frame radiating profound discomfort, hands jammed in his pockets, a tentative smile flickeri…